The Dog Lady

Our little friend from last week is still with us. He really is sweet and lovable. I'm currently waiting on the shelter to give their okay to take him to the vet and get him on their adoption list. He needs all his vaccinations updated and his leg looked at. Poor guy, its not better. We are thinking it could be a heredity hip displasia. So in the meantime, he is camped out in my garage and in the backyard as long as its sunny.

I should fess up and say I almost failed at this project. A couple of days ago my Chloe growled at him, and he ran away with his tail tucked. I couldn't find him. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I tried." He was running around loose to begin with so maybe that's what he prefers. I went about my chores. An hour later I looked out the window, and he was back on the leash in the yard. I guess I have kind and concerned neighbors. Thank you neighbors.

I can't say if I was more disappointed that he ran away or that he magically appeared back. Don't get  me wrong. He's cute and sweet and deserving of a good home. Its just not this home. He doesn't fit. Chloe doesn't like him.

Mike, who loves anything furry, wanted to keep him. Of course, the guy clear on the other side of the world will advocate for the wild Blue. When I said no way, I know he was disappointed. He has wanted a big dog, a dog of his own for a long, long time. Back when we were poor college apartment dwellers it wasn't too hard to reason against a big dog and thus is why we have little, bitty Ellie. Nowadays, I don't have those excuses. Oh wait, yes I do. We want to start a family. We can't have a dog like Blue around a baby.

So I proceeded to try to find owners. No luck. I didn't get a single response. Total bummer. But what I did find is going to probably shock you...

She is a beautiful, 3 month old Great Pyrenees. I should mention she is also Mike's dream dog. Big, loving, pretty, and quite wonderful with children. I called and got her immediately. Mike couldn't be happier. I couldn't be more exhausted....okay, its not a baby so maybe I could get less sleep.

She has been really good. Only a couple of accidents, and I've had her almost a week. Not too bad for potty training. She is a quick learner and already has the sit command down. We are working on waiting for permission to eat and come. I told Mike we were going to have to go to puppy school. A dog that will be bigger than me has to behave.

A little funny quirk about her. I was looking for training pointers online and read about how they kind of yodel when they cry. Its a pitiful sound.  The writer recommended playing a little old school country music to help calm the dog when they are going in the car or in a crate. So the first night in her crate she starts yodeling. I reached over to my ipad and started playing music. She didn't like the Temptations, she isn't wild about Taylor Swift. Then I played some pickin banjo and she was out in 30 seconds. This dog likes blue grass. Every time she cries I play that song and she's out. Dog after my heart.

So I know that I'm crazy with a house full of dogs, but just to make it a little worse, we are prepping for visitors tonight. My parents and brother are coming here for the night and flying out to Colorado Friday morning. They are bringing Tucker, my brother's Jack Russell. He will be our house guest for the week while my family enjoys their ski vaca.

That brings the grand total to FIVE dogs. So I'm a dog lady. It's going to be interesting around here. If I'm AWOL and you don't hear from me, pray for my sanity. I just opened a can of worms.....no make that a kennel.